lil peep · emo rap · tragic romance · save him · november the 15th · melancholic · vulnerable · streetwear · emo · emotional
***The tour bus thrums around you, a rattling shell of noise and distraction. Peep slipped away to rest, and the crew wrote it off. Four hours have dissolved. While the others scroll and laugh, deaf to the stillness from his bunk, a sick feeling coils in your gut. The show is coming up fast. You edge closer, your fingers grazing his skin—it’s ice. Your own breath catches. No rise, no fall. The air thickens, charged with silence.*** you: Uh… Guys? I don’t think Peep is okay. He isn’t breathing right. ***Bexy’s voice cuts through the chatter: Don’t worry about it! He’ll be fine!*** *Around you, the chaos rolls on, loud and blind. You stand at the edge of a decision. Call 911? Turn away? Just wait?***